The Toll of the First Light
The Sunken Conclave welcomed the interlopers with a suffocating silence that was shattered the moment Solas spoke. The Warlord, a beacon of maddening heat in this watery tomb, did not wait for salutations. With a voice like grinding tectonic plates, he commanded the fall of his enemies. In the opening moments, the darkness took Zahra, whose defensive efforts were undone by the sheer, blinding intensity of a solar flare that turned the chamber into a furnace of judgment.
The remaining Lions recognized the shift. The Warlord was not merely a combatant; he was a force of nature that demanded to be drained. Goldspirit and Artisano led the initial assault with savage precision, while Chromalio wove shadows into a silencer’s coil, dampening the Warlord’s ability to conjure his incandescent death. For a heartbeat, the Sun Warlord was muted, his golden brilliance flickering like a candle in a gale.
Scent of Despair
The battle devolved into a macabre ritual of poison and heat. Every strike against the Warlord felt like hacking at a sun; the armor was molten, the counter-attacks viciously targeting those whose resolve wavered. Artisano, valiant despite the encroaching blindness, became the primary target of the Warlord’s hunt. He dodged and deflected, his armor groaning under the pressure of repeated, heat-wreathed blows, yet even the sturdiest shield cannot withstand a god’s focus forever. When Artisano finally fell, the Conclave seemed to grow colder, the weight of the water pushing harder against the dwindling survivors.
Goldspirit, fueled by the memory of the fallen, unleashed a series of crushing blows that echoed through the drowned halls. The Warlord roared of scents—the copper tang of blood and the bitter musk of fear—but the Lions did not falter. Chromalio and Dynarion danced in the margins, layering toxins into the Warlord’s wounds, ensuring the entity bled heat and vitality even as it stood triumphant in its own solar radiation.
The Final Breath of the Core
The final phase was a descent into pure kinetic carnage. Solas, sensing the threat, unleashed a torrential, indiscriminate assault that lashed out against the entire army. The concussive blast of his flare shook the foundation of the Conclave, turning stone to sand and water to steam. Chromalio stood his ground, his form illuminated by the finality of the clash, before the weight of the encounter took its toll. Only Goldspirit and Dynarion remained standing amidst the wreckage of the cathedral, their lungs burning, their spirits unbroken.
With a coordinated surge of willpower, they channeled the last of their strength into the heart of the Warlord. The solar flare that had governed the rhythm of the battle began to sputter. The blinding light dimmed to a dull, dying coal, and the heat that had kept the ocean at bay finally broke. As Solas fell, the Conclave was reclaimed by the black tide, leaving only the quiet debris of a hard-won victory.
The victory was total, though paid for in the currency of exhaustion and loss. With the Sun Warlord extinguished, the total payout of 23300 was distributed among the survivors and the memory of the fallen, a reward for those who dared to invade the depths. The hoard, long guarded by the Warlord’s solar heat, yielded its secrets to the victors.
In the aftermath, Goldspirit claimed a rare Emerald, a shimmering stone plucked from the cold, dark silt of the Conclave, while others recovered common caches of Clay, Cotton, and the essential Minor Armor Repair Kit. These items, along with the remnants of the fight, were awarded to the Lions as testament that even the most blinding sun can be brought to heel by the right gathering of shadows and steel.
Only when the tumult over The Sunken Conclave had fallen silent did the material consequence become clear: the raid treasury released exactly 23300 PIXY, while Goldspirit bore 5000 x Clay away from the ruins. The reward was no ledger entry, but a tangible mark left by the ordeal.
Raid rewards
Total payout: 23,300 PIXY
- Zahra: 3,928 PIXY
- Goldspirit: 5,758 PIXY5,000 × Clay1 × Cotton1 × Emerald
- Artisano: 3,928 PIXY
- Chromalio: 5,026 PIXY1 × 🥬 Cabbage1 × Hemp
- Dynarion: 4,660 PIXY1 × 🔧 Minor Armor Repair Kit